" I pointed to each lady as I said her name.The woman laughed. "Where are my manners?" she said with a giggle. She then held her hand out. "I'm Yvette...Mimeux, we were picked up together at that country music concert last night. Behind me is my ex-husband and now slave, Philippe. I have three more concubines back in the pod; I'm allowing them to enjoy a meal without me."I nodded and looked over at Philippe whose eyes now glistened with unshed tears. "Are you unhappy about your choices. " That shows, I hope.for Sue"Isn't it love that keeps us breathing?Isn't it love we're sent here for?"Many of us pass our lives day to day, waking, dressing, washing, commuting, working, eating, sleeping, occasionally making love or having sex, sometimes crying, sometimes laughing, but all too often experienced as a routine. We often lose sight of the idea of each day being a gift and of seemingly random events as having greater meaning. We take too much for granted.In my work, seeing larger. I?m jumping ahead, I should tell you the journey, because that is the worthier part. The doctor that created us, his name was LuDuis. Dr. LuDuis, I always thought that to be a particularly unfortunate name, if only because it sounded funny. But we never laughed at him, well, I never laughed at him, the others wouldn?t have thought to laugh. The doctor was a surrogate care-giver to us. He saw most of us once a week. I saw him more because he was watching me. I was his real. The Limo stops in front of the Club. The building used to be a factory of some sort, a couple of powerful spotlights illuminate the large red C on the façade. At the entrance two massive bouncers block the way. A young couple dressed in black and white stands in line. One of the bouncers opens the red cord after checking their invitation. Except for Mary who doesn’t seem to care, you all shiver as the cold air of the evening hits your bare shoulders. You exit the car and followed by your court.